Chapter One: Welcome to Total Drama Island, Charlie Brown!

A yacht was approaching a small island located in northern Canada. This island was the home of the newest reality television show, Total Drama Island, a show where twenty-three contestants would be competing against one another for the chance of winning $100,000. On this yacht was the final contestant of this contest: a boy named Charlie Brown.

Charlie Brown was a six-year old boy who was mostly bald. He wore a yellow polo shirt with a black stripe on it, black shorts, and brown shoes. Sweat dripped down his forehead slowly as he shuddered at the thought of living and competing against twenty-two other kids he had never met before. His friends back home would be watching him, expecting him to fail. It was what he was known for among his friends: a failure. But this experience was going to give Charlie Brown a chance to prove to them all wrong. This time, he was going to win. Or so he kept telling himself.

After an eight-hour trip, Charlie Brown finally arrived at the Wawanakwa island campgrounds. He looked out to the island and saw that the other twenty-two campers stood on the dock of camp Wawanakwa, awaiting his arrival. There were eleven boys and eleven girls…or rather eleven young men and women. Charlie Brown was shocked when he discovered that the other contestants were about ten years older than he was.

'How in the world did I get myself into THIS predicament?' Charlie Brown pondered as his yacht boarded the dock. He took a deep breath, gathered his belongings, and walked ashore Total Drama Island.

Charlie Brown was greeted by an older man who appeared to be in his late twenties. He had black hair and a smile that looked to be only for television. Charlie Brown figured that he was Chris, the host of the show. Chris approached Charlie Brown with a confused look on his face.

"Well, aren't you a cute kid," Chris chuckled as he patted Charlie Brown's back. Then Chris boarded the yacht, searching for something or someone.

"Hey, Charlie Brown! If you're still on this yacht, we need you to come aboard so we can get started!"

"Um…Chris…" Charlie Brown tried to call. But Chris wasn't paying attention.

"Come on dude! We already had one contestant bail out on us last second! If you're on here, stop playing around and get out here!"

I'M Charlie Brown!" the little boy called.

Chris froze in his tracks and glanced back at Charlie Brown, even more confused than he was before. He approached Charlie Brown once again and began to examine him even closer than before. As he examined him, he studied a photograph of Charlie Brown he had attached to the boy's contract. Sure enough, the boy standing in front of him matched the face in the photograph.

"Okay. Seriously kid. How in the world is it that a six-year old boy like you is already bald? I mean, I thought you were just a teenage boy with an angelic face and no hair. But…wow! I've never seen a bald kid before."

"I'm not completely bald," Charlie Brown protested, grabbing what little hair he had on the front of his head.

"Dude, whoever decided to put you on this show is so getting fired. You see, I'm not supposed to allow kids like you to be on the show. You're way too young, little man!"

Charlie Brown nodded his head sorrowfully. But before he could gather his belongings, Chris grabbed a hold of him by the shoulders and pulled him closer.

"BUT, I think having a six year old like yourself on this show competing against a bunch of teenagers will bring in the ratings like there's no tomorrow!" he grinned evilly. "Therefore, I'm going to put you on the show! So the only thing I have left to say is…WELCOME TO TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND, CHARLIE BROWN!"

At first, Charlie Brown was baffled. Then, after it had sank in, he smiled a great smile as he headed over to the rest of the contestants. Before he could say anything to them, a large teenage boy raced over to Charlie Brown and grabbed him in a great bear hug.

"CONGRATS LITTLE GUY! WELCOME TO THE SHOW! I'M OWEN!" he shouted happily, unaware that he was squeezing the life out of the little boy.

"…nice…to…meet you…I'm…Charlie…Brown…" he gasped as he struggled to breath.

"Aw man…I'm so PSYCHED! THIS IS AWESOME! WHOO-HOO!" Owen continued to shout as he finally released Charlie Brown.

"Me too," Charlie Brown replied as he wobbled around the deck. He had become dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

"Well, if that little twerp's going to be my competition, then you might as well write the check out to me right now," a raven-hair girl cruelly chuckled.

(Confession Cam)

Charlie Brown – I'm in a contest where I have to put my skills to the test against teenagers…I'm doomed.

Chris – Ah…I can smell the ratings already. Chris, you truly are a genius!

(End)

The campers and Chris had gathered at a large bonfire pit, where special marshmallow ceremonies would take place to determine the camper's fate in the game. Charlie Brown was sitting between Owen and a large, black teenage boy wearing a skull cap. The teenage boy glanced down at Charlie Brown and gave him a reassuring smile as if to say that he had nothing to worry about.

"Welcome to the show, little man. The name's DJ."

"Charlie Brown," Charlie Brown replied, shaking DJ's hand.

"You don't need to feel out of place, man. You may be young, but I don't think they'd put you on the show unless they thought you could really do it."

"You really think so?" Charlie Brown questioned, seeming unsure of himself.

"Dude, you may be young, but I think if you put your mind to it, you'll do just fine."

Charlie Brown finally smiled a little. "Thank, DJ" he said, bumping his knuckles with his.

"The first team will be the Killer Bass!" Chris announced, snapping both DJ and Charlie Brown into attention. If I call your name, then you come over and stand to my left. DJ!"

DJ smiled as he walked over to the Killer Bass section, waving goodbye to Charlie Brown.

"Geoff! Bridgette! Tyler! Courtney!" Chris continued.

A taller, more muscular teen with a cowboy hat; a girl with blonde hair, green, lazy eyes, and a surfboard; a boy with red sweat clothes on; and a girl with darker-toned skin and dressed in a business-like manner walked over to join DJ.

"Duncan!" Chris called.

A guy with black clothes, numerous piercings, a green Mohawk who appeared to have a bad attitude snorted as he joined the other Killer Bass. Charlie Brown shuddered as he looked upon him. 'I hope I'm not on the same team as he is' he wished to himself.

"Charlie Brown!" Chris called.

Charlie Brown frowned at his luck as he slowly made his way over to join the other six contestants who had been called over.

"Humph! It figures I'm stuck with the twerp!" Duncan snorted as he glared down at Charlie Brown. Charlie Brown quivered as he stood next to Duncan.

(Confession Cam)

Charlie Brown – I was already nervous about embarrassing myself in front of all my friends back home…now I have to worry about living with THAT guy? I'm doomed!

Duncan – All I can say is that little kid better stay away from me! Think of what it would do to my reputation if everyone saw me hanging out with that kid? I DO NOT hang out with kids…EVER!"

Chris – Okay, I just noticed this: I can never just say that kids first name. Seriously, what's up with that? Why can't I ever just say Charlie Brown? No, wait, I mean Charlie Brown. NO! I mean…Charlie…Brown. NO! Ah, forget it!

(End)

Chris called over five other campers to join Charlie Brown and the rest of the Killer Bass: Eva, Ezekiel, Harold, Izzy, and Sadie. For some reason, Sadie was devastated by this as she grasped another girl who was wearing the exact same clothes as her. After a few minutes, they finally separated Sadie from the other girl and had her join the rest of the Killer Bass. Eva, a muscular girl, stood on the other side of Charlie Brown. Like Duncan, she glared down at him and snorted. Charlie Brown figured she could crush him with just one finger. He glanced back and forth between Eva and Duncan for a minute. Then he fainted.

"Oh brother," Eva and Duncan growled.

"Dude, Charlie Brown, the contest hasn't started yet and you've already fainted?" Chris criticized as Charlie Brown staggered back to his feet. "Not a good first impression, dude."

"Well, I'm just glad he's not going to be on MY team," the same raven colored hair from the dock chuckled. "Now I KNOW I have a great shot at winning this contest. That team's going to have to vote someone off every night!"

Charlie Brown just lowered his head in shame.

"Everyone else will be on the Screaming Gophers!" Chris announced. "Owen!"

"WHOO-HOO!" Owen shouted as he stampeded over to the Screaming Gophers. "I'M A GOPHER! THIS IS AWESOME!"

"Heather!"

The raven-haired girl who had been insulting Charlie Brown strutted over next to Owen, looking repulsed at the sight of Owen.

"Katie!"

The girl who Sadie had been attached to dragged her feet as she joined Heather and Owen, looking very pathetic indeed.

"Cody! Noah! Trent! Gwen! Lindsay! Beth!"

Three boys, a shorter girl, and the girl with pale skin walked over to their team. But the other girl, who wore a short skirt, cowgirl boots, a tank top, and had bright blonde hair, made her way over to the Killer Bass.

"The RIGHT side, Lindsay!" Chris sighed.

"Oh, sorry, Chip," Lindsay giggled as she pranced over to the other team.

"It's Chris!" Chris sighed again.

Charlie Brown couldn't help but chuckle. It made him forget the two dangerous human beings he was standing between for a minute until they grunted at him again.

"Anyways, let's continue: LeShawna!"

"Oh yeah! LeShawna's in the house!" a young, larger, black woman shouted as she strutted over to her team.

"Finally, but certainly not least in my opinion, Justin!"

The girls from both sides swooned as Justin modestly walked over to his team, not seeming to notice the girls staring.

"All right! Now, get to know your teams! Go to your retrospect cabins and make camp! Girls get one side of each cabin and the guys get the other side!"

Charlie Brown and the Killer Bass headed for their cabin. When they looked inside, it was quite a horrific sight. The room was small and there were four bunk beds filling the room. The mattresses were a little moldy and the blankets looked thin and scratchy. The room also had a strong odor of dirt and wood to it. The air felt musty and the floor was very dusty.

"Dang, dude," DJ groaned. "I've seen ghetto homes that look better than this."

"Well, no sense complaining about it," Charlie Brown sighed as he headed over to one of the beds.

"Gosh! My allergies are going to be acting up all night with all this dust!" Harold, a tall, gawky teen with thick glasses wheezed.

"Dudes! I just thought of something!" Geoff, the one with the cowboy hat, blurted. "We're going to be totally unsupervised! That means we can go over to the girl's cabins whenever we want to! Awesome!"

"Why would we want to do that?" Charlie Brown asked.

"You're too young to understand, kid," Duncan replied as he threw his gear down in front of Charlie Brown. He then stood in front of Charlie Brown with his arms folded and stared down at him "By the way, kid, I want THIS bunk bed. You got a problem with it?"

"Well, actually, I've already made this bed and there ARE other bed sin this cabin."

"Yeah, but I want THIS one," he replied, emphasizing the word 'this'.

"Why?"

"Because," the rebellious teen replied, "the sun won't wake me up if I'm sleeping here. You don't want the sun to wake me up early and make me cranky, do you?" he demanded, gritting his teeth.

"N-N-No sir," Charlie Brown stuttered as he gathered his belongings and moved to another bed, not daring to look up at Duncan.

"There's only two things that scare me in this world: girls, and dangerous-looking guys who don't get enough sleep." Charlie Brown said aloud to himself.

"Here, you can sleep above my bed, kid," Geoff smiled as he grabbed Charlie Brown's belongings and threw them on the bed above his.

"Thanks, Geoff,: Charlie Brown smiled. "But, how am I supposed to make my bed from down here?"

"Oh, right," Geoff replied, wondering about that himself. Then, without saying a word, he made the bed for him. "There you go. Problem solved."

"Wow! You didn't have to do that. But thanks."

"It's no prob. I figured you'd need it…after what Duncan did to ya back there. If I were you, I wouldn't worry about it too much. He's just trying to prove that he's tough. He's done it to all of us already."

"Really? I thought it was because he didn't like me or something."

"Well, I think it's that too," Geoff said.

"Well, I'll show him," Charlie Brown replied, making a fist and punching his palm. "By the end of this day, I'll show him I'm more than just some little kid for him to push around!"